“Ten minutes to stretch your legs.” The bus from Glasgow to Tarbert pauses at charming Inveraray, basking in sunshine on the western shore of Loch Fyne. Several people remain in their seats. I make the most of the sun as […]
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After eight years and 10,000 miles, I’ve finally completed my round Britain coast walk, finishing at Clacton-on-Sea. Stepping into the pub for a celebratory pint, I’m greeted at the bar by the local MP, a gurning Nigel Farage, shaking my
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Blinking awake at 4:30 am, I gently reposition Archie, one of our Norwegian Forest Cats, prone to sleeping on my head, without waking Jude and slip out into the fresh early morning air to catch the first train to Lymington
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The Highlands must wait. At the end of January, I discovered a small lump above my groin. There was no time for a scan before our trip to New Zealand, and the GP was not unduly concerned, so I continued
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The Isle of Kerrera is only 4.7 square miles. It’s a short walk from Oban to join the queue for the 12-passenger ferry, just squeezing into the second group before a woman appears at the last moment to join her
We’re going on a troll hunt. Waiting for the first bus again, the same joggers pass on the promenade below. Some things change. A large man wearing bright orange overalls stands on the stony shore, screaming and shaking his fists
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